Faceoff
Imprisoned by vampiric convictions that gnaw at the flesh –
That feed off the souls of the would be romantics
And dine on the pain of the suffering masses.
Dreaming a dream that is more of a nightmare,
Tasting a taste that is like loathing on the tongue.
Here we stand;
Facing you – you face me.
Facing me – I face you.
There is a standoff of moralities –
A dance to the tune of mutually assured destruction.
Without empathy
We are the losers
Left to drown in our own wreckage.
Without compassion
We are the anonymous warriors
Fighting only to haemorrhage.
Without vision
We are the breeders
Of a malfunctioning civilization.
All bound as one –
As two –
As an infinite sea of soiled faces.
Driven by a famine we can’t feed
And the whisper of a divinity we can’t feel,
We become vacant husks;
Simple shells without an understanding of purpose.
Locked in this cold embrace
We grapple.
Shackled to nothingness…
Tethered to the inner fiends that suckle at the teat of our terrors –
That lick the beads of anxiety from out brows
And ravage our innocence, sacrificed in vain.
Believing a truth that is more of a lie,
Feeling a caress that is like acid on the skin.
Here we stand;
Facing me – I face you.
Facing you – you face me.
There is a confrontation of wills –
A scrimmage to the death of our megalomaniacal methods
Without sympathy
We are the broken
Left to fall apart in our own hands.
Without affection
We are the demons
Blazing only to extinguish.
Without remorse
We are the murderers
Of every idyllic vision.
All fettered in cables of odium –
Just drifting
In an ocean of misunderstanding.
Captivated by false promises that won’t hold,
And the longing for things we don’t need
We become androids;
Programmed only to march without the concern of destination.
Eternally shackled to our perfunctory insecurities,
We fail.
We fail.